I guess the rating will definitely have to change after this chapter...
A night like this – Four
3 hours later
The soft night breeze carried the hint of the forbidden; a feeling that only a mix of alcohol and acute hubris could create. Since they all had been drinking too much to drive, they had thrown a coin and in the end, Rossi had been the one who lost and had to drive. The advantage was that he could decide about their destination and since Erin and Gideon had had the hell of a time to spill the beans about Rossi's failures and accomplished mischief back in their old academy days, he thought they all could go back to the scene of crime.
Stacy, the youngest and the one who had drunk the most, was asleep on the backseat, leaning against Gideon who looked rather uncomfortable. Erin had done a good job of making Stacy drunk while appearing almost sober herself, though Rossi knew she wasn't. She was just fighting to stay in control, but he would make sure she would lose her own battle.
"Where do you take us, Rossi?" Gideon asked for what had to be the tenth time.
"Surprise."
"Knowing him he'll take us to some memorable place," Erin guessed ironically. She sat next to him in the front seat, letting the air brushing her hair. Rossi smiled to himself. He enjoyed the sight of her when he knew she wasn't watching him.
"You have no idea..." he grinned. "We're almost there."
"I can hardly wait..." bending forward she opened her purse and pulled out a bottle of martini.
"Where did you get that?" Rossi asked astonished.
"Well, the bartender said, we could get it for free, as long as we just left the place and never return. He wasn't happy when you crashed the third glass of beer..." she explained.
"That was Gideon," Rossi defended himself. They had reached a grand sized parking lot and David stopped the car.
"Here we are," he announced.
"Great place..." Gideon commented, as he looked around. It was dark and their car was only one that was to be seen.
"It actually is..." Rossi said. "Tracy here..."
"Stacy," Erin corrected.
"She wanted to see the place where he held our parties. Well, that's it."
"She's asleep, Rossi..."
"Then maybe you should wake her up, Jason." Rossi suggested and added with a grin, "After all you're closest to her."
"I can't believe you took us to this place," Erin said, as they stood at the lake. It was dark, the moon was hiding behind a cloud and the wind was quite fresh. She rubbed her bare arms to warm up.
"Why not?" he asked, pacing the shore. "We had fun here."
"It's amazing you remember any of it. I can't remember a party when you weren't drunk," she said, opening the bottle with the martini. She was hoping against hope the alcohol could help to justify the inevitable.
"I have the memory of an elephant."
"And its skull."
She sank on the sand and offered him the bottle with the martini. He sat down next to her and took the bottle. They were alone at the shore, because the moment Gideon had woken up Tracy... Stacy had become sick and had escaped the car. He had followed her, demanding Erin and David to stay where they are. Disregarding an order was a natural reaction of Rossi and so he had left. Unwilling to stay alone at the car and even more unwilling to hear and watch someone else getting sick, Erin had decided to follow Rossi. This lesser of two evils was still evil, but had at least nothing to so with someone losing her dinner.
"A toast to you, Section Chief Strauss... I can hardly wait to work for you again." He lifted the bottle, taking a large sip.
"You'll live to regret it," she promised, taking the bottle back.
"We'll see about that." For a moment no one said a thing. They just sat next to each other, handling the bottle back and forth. He eyed her curiously. "Why Gideon? Why tonight?"
"Excuse me?"
"You had time and opportunity to go after him in the last 20 years, but as far as I know you didn't... so why tonight?"
She shrugged, "You don't know half as much as you believe."
He laughed, "Oh come, Erin... don't even try lying to me! You're a real bitch at times, but you're hardly someone who sleeps around when married to someone else!"
"You don't know me," she stated, coolly.
"Oh yes, I do," he sighed. "Better than I want to. You really remember this spot?" he asked, changing the subject.
"No," she answered a little too quickly. Of course, she remembered the lake. She remembered a campfire, beer, his skin on hers, the cool wind, the sweat, his husky voice against her ear, the smell of sex...
He started laughing. "You know what I want to do right now?"
She didn't want to know. "Actually, I don't care."
"When did you last skinny dip?" he asked, giving her a side glance.
"1999," was her sharp answer.
"That's a long time."
"Not long enough."
"Don't be a such a boring spoilsport! It's dark..."
"And freaking cold! I won't skinny dip with you, Rossi." Man, the guy had a nerve!
"That's a real shame. I could warm you up."
"Forget it." She opened the bottle again and took another large sip. The bottle was half empty now and all of the sudden she started feeling dizzy. She had consumed a high amount of alcohol tonight, but it was only now she really felt her head spinning. She had to slow down or she would get sick and the last thing she wanted was to vomit in front of David Rossi.
"Oh God..." she mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
He took the bottle, took one last sip and threw it over his shoulder. She heard the glass crashing and gasped. "What did you do?"
"You had enough for tonight... I intend to fuck you while you're conscious."
"Dream you!" she yelled, trying to get up, but she was too dizzy. Before she could stumble backwards, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently back in place. "You stay here."
He rose and started unbuttoning his shirt. Trough her dizziness she heard the zip of trousers, asking herself what he was about to do.
"If you dare to..." she stammered, as she saw his clothes ending next to her legs.
"I'll be right back."
Then he was gone and heard him entering the water. The only idea of how cold the water had to be made her frown and at the same it aroused her to imagine how the liquid would caress her naked skin. She lay back on the sand, ran her fingers through her hair and wished her brain could produce one single, reasonable thought and stop acting like a crazy merry-go-round. Closing her eyes didn't help either, it only worsened her condition. She was torn apart between dizziness and a state of horniness that drove her crazy. She felt too old for that kind of shit and she hated that Rossi was the only man available to fulfill her needs and damn she knew he would, given the opportunity... she remembered how well he could perform when he wanted – and she couldn't remember a time when he had refused.
As careful as possible Gideon led the young woman back to the car. He opened the door to the fond and made her sit down. He wasn't surprised Rossi and Erin had disappeared. What else could he expect? If he was honest to himself, he had a clear vision about what they were doing right now...
His head ached and in his chest crumbled something by the mere thought, but then he should have known better than to allow them to drag him into their good old power game. Now he had a vomiting kid next to him and no idea how and when he would be home again.
"Okay... I know you think you want to die, but I promise you'll be better soon," he said in a kind voice. He really felt sorry for her. Even through the darkness he saw how pale she was.
"Do you want something to drink? Water?" he asked.
She nodded weakly and he left to search for something to drink, hoping they had more than the martini, but there was nothing useful left in the Cadillac. But not even the martini was there. He cursed lowly, wished Erin and Rossi had gone to hell.
He thought for a moment and then remembered he had seen a gasoline station about 5 miles from there.
She was dozing when he returned and sank down next to her. The water had been freaking cold, but the dip hadn't cooled him off. On the contrary, now he wanted her even more. How could a witch like her look so beautiful?
Her eyes were closed. She looked peaceful, though he imagined she felt differently.
He touched her by her shoulder.
"Are you awake?" he asked, grinning.
"No."
"Sick?"
"Not yet."
"Good... I knew you wouldn't disappoint me... you never have."
"I don't know if that's a compliment or an obvious insult." She didn't dare to open her eyes. She sensed he was close, but she couldn't say she wanted to face him while he was naked... and dripping wet. Damn, the image drove her mad.
"That fully depends on your perspective," he said, moving himself on top of her.
"NO!"
Furiously, she opened her eyes, found him right above her and clenched her fists, hitting his shoulders. Her clothes were getting wet and his weight pressed her into the sand.
"Why not?" he asked, brushing his hand over her hair. "Don't tell me you don't want to fuck... the only reason you met Gideon tonight was because you wanted to fuck... and now it's me instead of him. Now strings attached..."
"There are always strings! Leave me alone!"
She wanted to fight him, but she was too weak and that she felt the evidence for his arousal against her center didn't help much either. Damn, he was right, she wanted him to fuck her senseless...
Her fists stopped hitting him, as he started to assault her with his mouth. He kissed her neck, licked his way up to her ear lob. His breath was hot against her skin and she felt how she lost control. She whimpered as his hands found the way into her blouse and caressed her naked breasts.
"One condition," she croaked, as his mouth glided down her throat.
"Shoot..." he mumbled, as his fingers started unbuttoning her pants.
"Use a condom! Only God knows what kind of decease you carry with you!" It was the very last straw she could grasp at to prevent this, and of course she knew it was useless. The deal was already done.
"Does that mean you won't perform a blow job tonight?" he asked, grinning, his mouth right about hers.
"Take it or leave it," she hissed, earning a devious grin.
~~tbc~~